http://slow.writerscafe.org/Abibliophibe The original writings of author Abibliophobe en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776199887 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a leak in the cold cliff, and rain was dripping on my head.I watched the sea roll inand out,and felt the rain tapping in time,beating a rhythm like a drum, an endless rhythmthat drove into my skull.It was dark in the cold cliff,only a gash in the face to get inand out.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1840961/ It was an endless battleIt became his drive and motivation,His religionHe was unquestionably devoutHe waited for the time He could once again returnTo the dark halls and Shaded corridors,The foggy haze of cigarette smokeBurning a hole in his lung.Lucky star around his neck,He.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1830059/ The piano stood in the middle of the forest, creaking gently. Dry leaves lay restlessly on the ground, coated in a thin layer of frost. The ground was uneven, pockmarked with bumps and dips which gradually grew and deepened with time, lying in wait to trip an unwary walker. Trees looked on in a perf.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1830047/ 'It's not me. It's you.'Although you called yourself foolish,You said you'd done wrong:'I was stupid, thoughtless.'Although you always begged,You came to find me just to say it:'I'm sorry, I was cruel.'But the doubt started creeping in.'I'm worthless, girl, I'm nothing.No one w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1828027/ The shadow loomed over herFull of hate and painWhispering urgently into her ear"Who would love you?Who would love you?"Showing her pictures of all the peopleWho were more beautiful than her,Who were thinner than herWho were more loved than herThe shadow loomed over herFull of s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1824245/ She cries another girl's tears,Washes away her feelingsWith an endless tideOf salt water.Weeping for what should have been,But never could be.The drops fall endlessly,Numbing the pain,Freezing the hurt and the anguish,Drowning the horror of what she has seen.For what she has se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1823823/ The thick mist descended slowly, shrouding the hilltop in a blanket of white nothingness. Lying in the bush, I did not shiver despite the cold seeping through my thin grey clothing. The rain fell softly, recognising the need for silence, yet turning the dirt on which I lay into a deep brown sludge. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1823100/ A letter from a WWI female factory worker to her brother on the front line http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1823098/ I once saw a man,Alone in the woods.A lonely wanderer he was.A home in a bag,A hat on his head,I looked at him once,He looked back and said:"Come to boost About how rich and lucky you are?Well I do not care."I went home that nightAnd pondered his words.What he said touched my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abibliophibe/1823095/